Ascension Is a Scam!

"Run—!!!"

No one knew who it was, but from within the deathly silent crowd, someone used the last shred of strength in their body to let out a shriek of utter misery, their voice cracking from extreme terror.

That scream was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, like a single spark that instantly ignited the powder keg of fear stretched to its limit throughout the crowd.

Boom!

The thousands of Soul Masters who had stood frozen in place completely broke down at that moment.

Sect honor, the dignity of the strong, the bonds between fellow disciples—all of it was reduced to dust beneath the Ten-Winged Fallen Angel's almost tangible Demigod Rank pressure.

A chain reaction erupted instantly. Like ants scattering from a disturbed nest, everyone fled madly in every direction.

No one dared to look back, not even once.

Soul Rings of every color flickered chaotically through the crowd as all kinds of flight-type Soul Tools and acceleration soul skills were pushed to their limits without restraint.

Some even burned their own essence blood and foundational Soul Power just to become a little faster.

In the sky and on the ground, countless figures fled desperately toward the distant horizon like stray dogs.

Shoving and trampling became unavoidable. Some lower-ranked Soul Masters had not even taken more than a few steps before they were sent flying or crushed beneath the feet of the crazed high-ranking Soul Masters behind them. Blood and screams once again spread across the land.

Yet no one stopped to help. There was only one thought left in everyone's mind.

Run! Escape this hell! Escape that monster with ten black wings!

"A scam... It was all a scam!"

An old man with white hair and beard, already an eight-ringed Soul Douluo, frantically activated the flight